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8/28/13

simple things



See? I'm back already. Mostly because I took this photo and played with it and i love what happened. it reminds me of an old photograph of my mother's. something from the early 70s, buried in a box of snapshots that never made it into an album. 

also while i'm here, i've found a new-to-me blog that i love called Petal and Plume. it's gorgeous.

my mom lives up at Lake Tahoe, as i've mentioned many times before, and we can't visit her right now because of the smoke. yosemite is burning and my mom can't breathe. and we can't go visit because then we would all be grumpy and feel yucky. so instead she will come here for the final hurrah: the last days of summer vacation are upon us and school is on our very doorstep. 

summer is the best. 

but i also get excited for autumn. 

more soon 
x

Still here

blogland! i am still here and thinking of you. there are many things i wish to say, so many long letters to write. i have thoughts on love, on children, on the setting of the sun and the changing of the season. i made pickles. i made cookies. i have new ideas for old things. 

i will tell you some of these things soon, i promise. 





8/23/13

Local times

Do you live in Chico? Tonight is the second night of this event that I am co-hosting with some radical babes. Come see us!



Flyer by Archaic Revival

8/15/13

Clearing it out

In case you haven't seen on the other one million social networks that I use, Lost Boys + Lovers is having an epic clear-out sale for the rest of August. HALF-OFF everything!!


Thank you to all of you who support me. For reals. 

x

8/5/13

Oregon

I intentionally didn't bring my laptop on this trip, and so today is actually the first time I've sat down in front of a real computer. it's been fun catching up on all of your blogs tonight.

tonight i'm in Eugene, and the air is perfect and summery. it's dark but warm and the air holds that perfect promise of past and future. this is the brief moment where we feel the thread that connects it all to the present: the warm nights, the bright stars, the cicadas, the tomatoes, the satiated hush of nightfall; these are signs of summer. but it is this shimmering edge, the moment where we feel summer and feel the things to come and remember the things that were - this is August. August is the fine line between it all. the heart of summer; the very depths before we rise into fall. this moment must be cherished, the delicate between-season season where we can almost smell fall (but not quite) and it is precisely this faint premonition that triggers the memories. at the same time, we can absolutely smell summer, and is is this immersion in the heat and the fruit that reminds us of now, of today, of all the summer days we've lived.



Also, I've been thinking a lot about love. Though I may have already posted this quote (Tom Robbins) recently, it deserves another post because i have been thinking about it:

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

At first when I found this quote, I didn't think twice about it. I love you for free. Of course!

today i was thinking, though, how many people straight up refuse love that is offered because they are afraid there are strings attached. keep your love to yourself. what is up with that? is it because there is a lot of love in the world that has strings attached? or is it an unfounded fear? truly, i'm wondering. what are your thoughts on the matter?

are you able to love without attaching strings? can you give the gift? or is it hard?

xx

loving you (string-free) from Oregon. i'm so glad we're here.